Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
We tried to use the early light to focus on the flora.
Not to be outdone, we saw this one just down the road. Even in rural America you have to keep up with the Jones' I guess.
We came across this tom trying to persuade a harem of hens. When we first pulled up he stopped strutting, but all it took was a little gobbling to get him going again. I'm embarassed to admit that my gobble is actually pretty good. Thanksgiving around my house is usually a hoot.
After the good morning light was spent we went into Cottonwood Falls for breakfast. The restaurant didn't have a menu. "You order it and he'll cook it." I had the western omelette.
With breakfast sitting pretty the dogs got the opportunity to stretch their legs. The temperature would reach 90 that day so we decided to run where there's a nice lake nestled between some finger hills with public access all around it. We hoped to put up some chickens, or maybe a pair of quail somewhere, but mostly we wanted to keep the dogs wet and have some fun.
What Sage lacks in style he usually makes in intensity.
Ike as always the stylish backer.
From there it was time to visit the tourist spots of the preserve. There was and old farm house with some out-buildings. My favorite was the limestone shitter. There were, no kidding, three seats, one of them much shorter to accomodate a child. I guess you didn't want to take your chances with the natives so everyone went together? "The family that craps together stays together." That'd make a nice bumper sticker I think. While I was comtemplating how to market such a sticker I was distracted by two male bobwhites calling from a wooded area next to the barn. Dang, another million dollar idea spoiled by a mild case of ADHD.
I think we both had a great time. I'm really looking forward to this fall when I'm taking my Dad for his first bird hunt in maybe 40 years. Appropriately, it'll be chickens in the Flint Hills.